Decorating

Like a modern, more existential version of Oliver I feel the urge to subjugate myself in front of the provider of life experience and say, "Please Sir (or Madam as I assume that the offices of  higher powers are equal opportunity establishments nowadays), may I have some more"?

"MORE"? He slash she will scream in an affronted fashion as though the standard daily grind should be sufficient to fulfil the needs of us mere mortals, the request of further magnanimity being an affront to higher beings everywhere.

And I shall shuffle back into the crowd, chastened.

But you've got to pick a pocket or two. Wise words for those who wish to explore the ragged and sometimes rusty edge of life. For those who want to taste tic tacs in other flavours.

Except orange.

Actually the spearmint is a little iffy too.

Seneca was a Roman philosopher who was a bit of a stoic. Live every day as it were your last sort of thing, but not in a good way. He was more of the, 'Well you're gonna get hit by a bus sooner or later so get ready', rather than the 'eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die', point of view. My mother in law was talking about someone she knows who is ill at the moment when we were at a family gathering the other day, and she came up with the standard 'live every day as though it were your last' quote.

I burst into tears, hugged everyone in the room and told them I was too young to die. She begged to differ.

My dilemma? Should I lean to the more Epicurean side of philosophy, carrying on the the Oliver and bowl metaphor, or should I lean more to the puritanical moral arguments of philosophers such as Locke, Hobbes and Kant?

In short, do I decorate the nursery with toys, games and sparkly things, or do I begin the process of teaching reality as defined by moral standards found in drab western theology and philosophy from day one.

The batteries have to be cheaper than the therapy.

Comments

[Flashman]

Allow me to quote the inimitable Bill Bailey:

"Philosophers spend their whole life wondering about the meaning of life, and just before they die they think, 'OH! I could have been down the pub with me mates, having a laugh.'"

[Fourth Son]

Rechargable Batteries will do wonders for the growth and nurturing of that that will bring the warm inner glow....and yeah its good for the kid's stuff too!!

You will find the meaning of life in the wee small hours when you look upon the scrunched up angelic face that is making enough noise, that even in Valhalla they will have cheese stuffed in their ears. It is then you know you are alive and it all falls into place.

[Rowdy Theologian]

I'm sure there's got to be a compromise. Aren't there any stores that sell giant plush Martin Heideggers?

[JtH]

All sound advice gentlemen. Bill Bailey is right of course and Heidegger Heidegger was a boozy beggar, which may tie in both arguments nicely. I'm still working on the ear cheese.